Free

Oh my children why force the burden of perfection on me?
Why is not my undying love enough for thee?
You speak of enlightenment in words, not mine.
With rules and punishment when so incline.
None of these things to you have I ever said.
Not once have I called, for your blood to shed.

Each moment of pain, sorrow and joy I feel with thee.
Why do you look to others, in hope of me to see?
Am I not the very air you breathe, ground you walk
Yet of struggle and sacrifice to know me, you talk
My children do you not see the tears I cry for thee
Why do you force the burden of perfection on me?

My love for you knows no conditions for there to be
From my heart I gave you life then set you free.
So speak ye not of things I said must be done
For my demands of you I have not one
If for me you chose to come, free you must be
Such is the Love I give to thee.

Poetry by English poet David King